[Intro: Young Thug & Future]
DY Krazy
Gang, Freebands, git
Wheezy outta here
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Still gettin' racks on racks
I put a bone on her breast (Ooh)
Bulletproof doors on the back
Got the crest to the clown, T-Rex (Let's go)
I'll chase a ho down 'bout a check (The check)
My lil' shawty said, "Take me them baguettes" (Shawty said)
Had to put my whole fist on baguettes (Whole fist on baguettes)
I put both of my wrist on baguettes (Both my wrist on baguettes)
Crank the coupe and it's steerin' itself (Steerin' itself)
While we pop out his melanin
Take it there, you lit in it
Chanеl vintage steppin'
Got more sticks than a vеteran (Ayy, got more racks than a vet)
Got more whips than a regular (Woo)
Panoram' at the telly
The Ghost at American deli
I came in her ass and nailed it (Sex)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Lil' shawty got shot and his pastor (Let's go)
She bendin' it over like Nelly (Woo)
She tall and she black like Isabella (Ah)
I told 'em that I was gon' kill it (Woo)
Also told them the dash is digital (Woo)
She had some in her mouth, she kissin' it (Woo)
I got Ac' in my bag like it's typical
Peanut butter seats inside of the Benz ('Side of the benz)
Peanut butter seats inside of the Benz (Peanut butter the seats)
How come you never had to leave? We ball in the wind (Ball)
I blew some money overseas, treat it like it was sent
Last murder, take the top off the Benz
Assassination, take the top off the Benz (Drop the top off, drop the top off)
Yeah, tell me how the fuck I'm still ballin' with all these sins? (Drop the top off, drop the top off)
Yeah, YSL niggas dedicated to win (Drop the top off, drop the top off)
Freeband gang and Juice gang, make yo' whole world spin
I call these niggas pig skin
Always with the shit, nigga (Shit)
Pissin' on you shrimp niggas (Shit)
Flyer than a blimp, nigga (Shit)
Last walkin' pimp, nigga (Woo)
And I'm no wimp, nigga (Nah)
Never got whipped, nigga (Never got whipped, nigga)
I ain't got jumped, nigga (I ain't got jumped, nigga)
You sweet, Willy Wonka, nigga (You sweet, Willy Wonka)
Pockets on lump, yeah, bitch ain't a gump, yeah
Do what I want, yeah, fuckin' on a bump, yeah
Gucci, Lil Pump, yeah, more Gucci than Lil Pump, yeah
Twelve found him in the front of the car
But he still was in the trunk, yeah
Nigga, pass my cup, yeah, nigga pass my Runtz, yeah
Girl, I do what I want, yeah, I'ma fuck you from the front, yeah
She had smoked a blunt, yeah, now my dick smell like blunts, yeah
And I know she wanna quart, yeah
The way I'm kickin' my shit, you can call me Liu Kang mixed with a pointer, yeah
Getting head from Madonna, yeah
I ain't passin' my ganja, yeah
She was claimin' her bungee, yeah
I was claimin' my money, yeah
Get clean like a jelly, yeah
So when I came out the stomach, yeah
I had took off runnin', yeah (Let's go, let's go)
DY Krazy
Gang, Freebands, git
Wheezy outta here
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Still gettin' racks on racks
I put a bone on her breast (Ooh)
Bulletproof doors on the back
Got the crest to the clown, T-Rex (Let's go)
I'll chase a ho down 'bout a check (The check)
My lil' shawty said, "Take me them baguettes" (Shawty said)
Had to put my whole fist on baguettes (Whole fist on baguettes)
I put both of my wrist on baguettes (Both my wrist on baguettes)
Crank the coupe and it's steerin' itself (Steerin' itself)
While we pop out his melanin
Take it there, you lit in it
Chanеl vintage steppin'
Got more sticks than a vеteran (Ayy, got more racks than a vet)
Got more whips than a regular (Woo)
Panoram' at the telly
The Ghost at American deli
I came in her ass and nailed it (Sex)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Lil' shawty got shot and his pastor (Let's go)
She bendin' it over like Nelly (Woo)
She tall and she black like Isabella (Ah)
I told 'em that I was gon' kill it (Woo)
Also told them the dash is digital (Woo)
She had some in her mouth, she kissin' it (Woo)
I got Ac' in my bag like it's typical
Peanut butter seats inside of the Benz ('Side of the benz)
Peanut butter seats inside of the Benz (Peanut butter the seats)
How come you never had to leave? We ball in the wind (Ball)
I blew some money overseas, treat it like it was sent
Last murder, take the top off the Benz
Assassination, take the top off the Benz (Drop the top off, drop the top off)
Yeah, tell me how the fuck I'm still ballin' with all these sins? (Drop the top off, drop the top off)
Yeah, YSL niggas dedicated to win (Drop the top off, drop the top off)
Freeband gang and Juice gang, make yo' whole world spin
I call these niggas pig skin
Always with the shit, nigga (Shit)
Pissin' on you shrimp niggas (Shit)
Flyer than a blimp, nigga (Shit)
Last walkin' pimp, nigga (Woo)
And I'm no wimp, nigga (Nah)
Never got whipped, nigga (Never got whipped, nigga)
I ain't got jumped, nigga (I ain't got jumped, nigga)
You sweet, Willy Wonka, nigga (You sweet, Willy Wonka)
Pockets on lump, yeah, bitch ain't a gump, yeah
Do what I want, yeah, fuckin' on a bump, yeah
Gucci, Lil Pump, yeah, more Gucci than Lil Pump, yeah
Twelve found him in the front of the car
But he still was in the trunk, yeah
Nigga, pass my cup, yeah, nigga pass my Runtz, yeah
Girl, I do what I want, yeah, I'ma fuck you from the front, yeah
She had smoked a blunt, yeah, now my dick smell like blunts, yeah
And I know she wanna quart, yeah
The way I'm kickin' my shit, you can call me Liu Kang mixed with a pointer, yeah
Getting head from Madonna, yeah
I ain't passin' my ganja, yeah
She was claimin' her bungee, yeah
I was claimin' my money, yeah
Get clean like a jelly, yeah
So when I came out the stomach, yeah
I had took off runnin', yeah (Let's go, let's go)
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